Cade's Cove Tennessee, Smokey Mountains, USA
Driven, tossed into the relentless ocean of time
Destitute and lost from the guiding eye
I hear a murmur from the heavens above
Nighttime, reminding me of where I am.
And because the sky forgets nothing,
It tells me something happens;
When you grow up, your heart dies.
Slowly, invisibly; an evaporated goodbye.
One day you awake with no bearing at hand.
Alone, sitting by the edge of the galactic sea
Gazing into a meaningless tomorrow.
Lowering my nets; within these days,
Everything seems easier to forget.
With a flash of light, roaring in thunder
The rain and snow fall from the sky
Attending to the parched coastline, so little.
But, don’t let it leave without nourishing,
Our world and this lost heart.
Desperation! And then,
Bid the darkness, turn to day
Wipe sorrow’s tears away
Pure warmth and changeless it may be
When I think of the perfect day
All the mists are whisked away
As the skies are clearing, I will think of you
In whose life, I see all; anew
Let your clear light, forever shine
And not be vanquished and resigned
Come let us nurture a future we will see
With a compass for a journey that’s soon to be
And carry with it, a heart that murmurs softly
To the sounds of the falling rain.
OSI#107: Murmur
19 comments:
what an inspiring and uplifting poem...some of these lines will always stay with me...wonderful write and photo!:)
The evaporated good-bye has its sting, and that's for sure. I enjoyed this. Ah, for that future. Bring on the music, rain.
Most engaging and thought provoking -- well done...
...rob
Here is my murmur...
Some beautiful lines in this one. Marvellous.
Loch Rob--
This was an inspiring walk through that process where we all are called to attention: Your heart is dying...
Thanks--it is beautifully done.
very much thought provoking, and yeah, like aayushi said, it'll stay with me for a long time..! :)
thanks! :)
a very thought provoking post :)wonderful post :)
I have visited Cade`s Cove and as I walked around there I thought of those who lived there in bygone days. I could almost feel some of their love in the surroundings as I see the love you have showed in this poem...while most all things change ...not all things die.
Very touching. I will tell you honestly that I was relieved that this poem ended on an optimistic note; the beginning captured a very tangible sadness.
What a difference a day makes!
It's observable, you always write thought-provoking poems...you are very good at it!
I love the last stanza so much... :) and I mean it!
Thanks for sharing a wonderful poem such as this...:)
this hits me right where I live. I couldn't have said it better myself.
and believe me, I have tried.
Well turned sir. Well turned indeed.
This was absolutely beautiful...it evoked so many emotions for me.
Lovely work, and prayer like in places!
Visiting from Monday Poetry Train revisited.
"One day you awake with no bearing at hand" - something we can all relate too. beautiful poetry and the image is perfect.
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I liked this a lot. Made me think of a song called Fisherman's Blues by The Waterboys, for some reason:
'I wish I was a fisherman
tumbling on the seas,
far away from the dry land
and it's bitter memories.
Castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love,
no ceilin' bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above
with light in my head,
with you in my arms.
I wish I was the brakeman
on a hurtlin' fevered train,
crashin' headlong into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain.
With the beatin' of the sleepers
and the burning of the coals,
counting towns flashin' by me
in a night that's full of soul
with light in my head,
with you in my arms.
I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast;
when the chains all hung around me
will fall away at last.
And on that fine and fateful day,
I will take thee in my hand,
I will ride on the train,
I will be the fisherman
with light in my head
and you in my arms.'
'And because the sky forgets nothing' is a lovely phrase - the entire poem is beautiful.
gorgeous piece! the writing of a poet.
"And because the sky forgets nothing,
It tells me something happens;
When you grow up, your heart dies.
Slowly, invisibly; an evaporated goodbye."
Signposts shrouded in heavy mist, the heart tunes to the soft sound of falling rain and finds purpose in the vastness. Truly gorgeous writing!
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